“What tha-a …?” I said, looking back and forth between Robbie and the owner of the mouth sucking my cock. “Dean, mom. Mom, Dean!” Robbie mom...ntarily answered pulling her fingers from her hot twat “I’ll explain in a minute. Now fuck this slut's face!” She commanded. Grabbing the back of her mom's head, Robbie forced Deb’s face tighter against my belly. “Fuck the slut!” The combination of Robbie’s urging, and the pleasing menstruations of her mom’s mouth, as well as the exotic thought of fucking. I might have heard it in a movie somewhere, but the expression just jumped into my mind one day when I saw Kristen--complete with the capital "G." Did it mean anything more? I tried to think about Kristen dating somebody else, and found that the thought was surprisingly unsettling. I had to admit to myself that I might be a little bit possessive about Kristen.So, what did this mean? I was in love with Kristen?I tried to imagine me taking Kristen out on a date, wearing a suit at a restaurant. “Wow! Already?” again, to nobody but myself (I really have to work on that). I walked to the door and opened it. There before me stood a young woman, to whom I questioned, “Yes?” She then replied, “You called for a plumber?” I stumbled for a moment and then realized I had been looking into her eyes the whole time; I hadn’t even looked at the rest of her. She was indeed the plumber here to solve my shower problem. “Yes, I did. Thank you for coming so quickly,” I said. She replied “It’s just. Closing my eyes I picture him with me, nibbling my neck, my fingers trace the pathway he would take down my body, paying attention to each nipple, before moving further down to my soft mound. I slid my fingers along my clit as I dream of the sensation I would feel if his mouth was on it. Hot breath, sliding his hotter tongue against it, cause me to swell before taking my clit with his lips, sucking it hard then tenderly releasing with a lick. My fingers continue to work it while I imagined his.